K-type Mage

The ingredients in the hotel are very rich, Yuan Shen even saw watermelon.

... At any rate, respect the common sense of climate.He complained while cutting the fruit platter, and quickly made a list of what to make for dinner in his mind.

This is a small kitchen. From the window, you can see that it is raining heavily outside, the wind is whistling, and the branches and leaves near the window are shaking.

He kept moving his hands, but his thoughts were a little wandering.Such a stormy weather is really in line with the atmosphere.

The hotel owner who brought him stood at the door of the kitchen, staring straight at his back. Standing next to him was a young woman in a maid's outfit, her face was tightly covered——this was the one who worked in the kitchen for A few residents in the hall were preparing dinner; they noticed and fully imagined that the source of the two expressions was too lazy to respond, the conditions had not been met, and it would only be at night if they really opened anything.

Of course he could guess what Xia Youjie and Wujo Satoru would say outside, it was nothing more than his normal performance now.

A considerate old man doesn't mind his relationship with his so-called "best friend" being repeatedly talked about and thought about. People always have a desire to find out, not to mention the very impact of "best friends who broke up and "love each other and kill each other"" As long as he doesn't put it in front of him carelessly, it will probably make him crush anything in his hand, which is terrible.

Nearly a month later, Yuan Shen himself admired his ability to accept it, and was able to admit this matter "calmly".Well, he had to admit, he seemed to have had that thought a few times over the past 200 years, for something that was painful, unbearable - but still getting over.

Thinking about it this way, Nayana's idiot is really a dead-headed and donkey-tempered person. ... Well, such an adjective seems a bit intimate, so let's use "there is a hole in the brain".After all, it is an evil god that cannot be recognized by human concepts.

It's not a good thing to be noticed by the evil god, he hopes that the other party will lose interest soon - but that seems to mean that he must obey his expectations.

obedience?Yuan Shen will not, never will.

He couldn't understand what the guy was interested in.Insignificant human beings, how can He be so "kind".Even the consciousness of the main body has been seen... what an honor.

After the dinner was ready, Yuanshen was as proficient in this kind of work as if he could remember where his hometown was. He washed his hands and turned to greet the two hotel staff: "Hey, maybe I can ask you to help me put these Bringing it to the table?" he said, with a friendly, unflappable smile on his face.

"Of course, it is our honor." The boss said, and he took a few steps, "She is responsible for continuing to cook for our guests, and I will be happy to serve you."

"Thank you." Yuan Shen said politely, ignoring the other's greedy gaze at his pocket.

The boss showed obvious disappointment, but didn't say anything.

They carried the trays down the corridor and into the living room.

When Yuan Shen and the two young people sat at the table, the boss went to explain the situation to the other tour group members, and promised to serve it soon.

"It looks delicious." Xia Youjie said, he could even tell that it was specially made according to Japanese eating habits. Mr. Yuan didn't grow up like a native.

"I'm starting—" Gojo Satoru picked up the chopsticks, "Mr. Yuan, what was the stone you gave me earlier?"

"Gems." Yuan Shen said, "The boss likes this kind, although it's just more beautiful."

"Really?"

"In terms of elemental composition, yes."

"Wow, then you are really rich."

"When people are poor, they like to save more valuable things." Yuan Shen served himself a bowl of steaming shrimp broth, "Do you have any ideas?"

"Of course not. But how do I get out of here?" Xia Youjie chewed the food, and honestly admired the deliciousness. If Mr. Yuan didn't open a bookstore for leisure, he would definitely attract those gourmets by opening a restaurant. "Sleep for one night ?”

"There are often plots in horror movies." Yuan Shen said, "The tour group enters the old hotel, and we are probably NPCs outside the script."

Gojo Satoru: "It sounds like you are familiar with these."

"Believe me, if you have a lot of supernatural information in your mind from the Internet, and you have seen a lot of disgusting things yourself, after a certain moment when those things come true--" Yuan Shen used several premise in a row, and his voice was indifferent. Ups and downs, "You will understand the routine of these things."

"Indeed." Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement, "Do you have any sweets?"

Xia Youjie pointed to the luggage bag in the corner of the sofa: "I brought it."

"You are so sweet!"

The group of close friends is affectionate and affectionate, while the widows and old people are expressionless.It's such a good feeling, he said with emotion.

Everyone in the tour group has already sat at the dining table. Since they didn't give some extra money, the meals looked as simple as prison meals, and the taste was the same: some people complained to the boss in dissatisfaction.

"Forgive us, the chef of this hotel left a day ago." The owner said, "Both Masako and I are not good at cooking, old hotel."

The complaining person's face turned red quickly, and he apologized stumblingly, saying that he didn't mean it that way.

Wow.Yuan chewed the rice deeply, thinking that the slaughter table in the basement didn't say that.

A common scenario in horror movies.He repeated it silently.conventional.

What else will happen?

Unnecessary speculation will only make people more uneasy, but it is obvious that the source that has already been understood and implemented has become a little uneasy because of [a certain existence]: and it is continuous.

He ate at a constant speed, and with some frustration, he thought to himself that some of the "sadness" and "sentimentality" projected were all around the same guy in essence-this thing was really... after realizing it.

Now he can normally associate the incarnation with the god, but once he thinks back to the past, he will inevitably recall the face and voice of the other party × 2: [Yuen] and [Egyptian man].

...To be honest, rather than the collapse of the three views, it is better to say that it is a horror that makes people want to pack up and delete those memories in an instant.

half of life.It takes up such an important time and role, it will be very troublesome to delete it.

At a certain moment, there was indeed the origin of the idea of ​​escaping, and it was indeed because of this reason that he gave up. ...Although it is true from all aspects, it seems that he himself cannot give up and is reluctant to give up.

Humans are very complex creatures.Yuan Shen put down his chopsticks, nodded politely to explain the fact that he had finished eating, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.Sometimes he can't figure out why he is what he is now, and he has strange ideas.

Water was rushing from the faucet, and black dirt had accumulated on the edge of the mirror. The black-haired young man in front of the sink frowned, showing a gloomy and disgusted expression, with the gentle expression that always existed in front of other people.

Such entanglement is normal.But once I have the idea of ​​"this is what the other party wants to see", I can't restrain my disgust, and I hate my original arbitrariness and naivety even more.

I still can't see through it.

He took a deep breath, thinking that it would be better to figure it out on the projection body first, if one day, the main body has to lift the coffin board... I hope there will not be too much emotional ups and downs.

Back in the hall the two young men were walking along the corner, and the maid was talking to the travelers on the tour side.

Yuanshen paused, but turned around and walked over. When one of them suddenly stood up and wanted to throw a punch, he blocked the maid.

"Even if you can't contact the outside world now, it doesn't mean you can do it." He said gently but forcefully. "It's not good to treat a woman like this."

"You meddle in your own business!" the man with glasses cried out, but he still timidly withdrew his hand, sternly saying, "What this ugly woman cooks is really unpalatable!"

"If you want conditions, you can do it yourself in addition to the accommodation fee." The black-haired young man replied with a calm expression on his face, "I'm sorry."

He took a few steps back, nodded to the other silent passengers at the dining table, ignored the maid who was blocked by him, and left.

"Mr. Yuan, you seem to have a very kind heart." Gojo Satoru said with a smile when he approached, "You can clearly see what that is, can't you?"

Xia Youjie agrees with his friend.

Yuan Shen also laughed, and he didn't seem to care about the gaze that was cast on him when he was walking: the maid's gaze.

"I don't think I'm a good person, but I'm not a bad person, am I?" He replied briskly, "It's better to do what can be done."

Gojo Satoru was noncommittal, but just embraced Xia Youjie: "Then what game are we going to play tonight? I'm sure I won't be able to sleep."

"You two, let's play." Yuan Shen said, "My schedule is very regular - go to bed early and wake up early."

Genbuka's room was on the third floor.Only him.

The tour group is on the second floor, and the best friend group is also on the second floor.

The meaning in it is so obvious that people want to wonder if they guessed wrong.

"Okay then." Xia Youjie said, "I also brought a game console, just to use it to spend a boring night."

"Jie, did you really come to see me instead of traveling? Gen-san can even take out an umbrella—" Gojo Satoru complained.

"The scenery here is not really pretty." His best friend said, "It's better to go to "Sakura Front". "

"The Cherry Blossom Festival is also very interesting." Yuan Shen said with a gentle tone, "If you go alone, you can leave a deep memory." He put his hands in his pockets and took a step back, "Then I'll go up and see where I live tonight Alright, I wish you a happy evening."

Two young men stood in the corner watching his back.

"I always feel that something is wrong." Xia Youjie pondered, "Enlightenment?"

"Maybe it's because of touching the scene." Gojo Satoru said, "After that, it seems that I haven't seen You En."

Then they looked at each other, feeling that this was still not true.

"...It's really troublesome." Gojo Satoru sighed honestly, "Don't discuss things that have nothing to do with us. I call them enemies."

"Agree."

*

There was light from a certain door in the corridor on the second floor, and there were lively shouts of young people inside.There were more or less movements in the other rooms. It was already late at night, but the sound of the wind and rain outside the hotel was still loud. When the raindrops hit the glass, people couldn't help but feel frightened for this old hotel; and Also very noisy.

A certain door was opened from the inside, and the man with glasses who almost hit the maid in the living room before came out yawning, complaining in his mouth that the environment here is not good at all, stretched out his hands to scratch his stomach and pulled his slippers to the second floor Went to the restroom at the end of the corridor.

The lights in the corridor were very dim, so dark that everything in front of my eyes was covered with a layer of fog.Although it may be because he didn't wear glasses.

The man with glasses walked into the toilet.

The light in the bathroom flickered, the mirror rippled, and the hazy mist condensed in it, as if another world was hidden inside.

Yuan Shen, who was still awake in the room on the third floor, sat on the edge of the bed, resting his forehead, thinking that this was too much of a routine.

If you want to leave the script or something, just leave.He didn't want to care about it at all, anyway, it was something that had already happened.

"Ah!" In the quiet and stormy night, a scream sounded from the second floor of the hotel, cutting through the steady sound of the wind and rain. It was so miserable that people could fully realize that it was caused by something bad, something related to death. Shouting, let the wind and rain in the night also be stained with a ghostly color.